His bare feet meticulously felt their way to the edge of the cliff. The autumn night was buried in the blackness of an overcast sky. Thunder rumbled rhythmically, that beating of ancient drums as large as mountains, urging him to take one more step. Suddenly, the cloud cover broke overhead, beams of starlight now unfettered rushing through and resounding across the rough surface of the unsalted sea. The dull moonlight also, and through and within it all the ebb and flow of the green fire. Conflagration that burned with the fury and vitality of all flame, whose altars man had kindled since he walked an inchoate earth where glaciers blazed their cavernous paths and the golden age was still to come and leave and be forgotten.